by Holly H Dunne
When clouds cry upon you, I will be your sun
Shining through each crystal tear, they'll splinter one by one
And then a perfect rainbow will be born from silver mist
And when it reaches inside your heart, you'll know you have been kissed
And if you droop and your spirit is dying
I will tend you like a rose and our souls will be tying
I will give you golden streams, fresh earth, an April shower
I will love you and hold your hand, my beautiful flower
Whenever you need me, I will carry you away
To a glass bubble horizan and a magical new day
And I will wipe every tear from your eye
And never to you will my lips sing goodbye.
Author's Note: A poem for someone very special to me.
Posted on 08/12/2003
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